Gramma's Hands

Granma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning Granma's hands played the tambourine so well Granma's hands used to issue out a warning “Michael don't you run so fast Might fall on a piece of gla*s Might be snakes there in that gra*s” Granma's hands Granma's hands sooth the local unwed mother Granma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell Granma's hands used to lift her free and tell her “Baby Granma understands That you really loved that man Put yourself in the Spirits' hands” Granma's hands Granma's hands used to hand me a piece of candy Granma's hands picked me up each time I fell Granma's hands, boy they really came in handy “Mattie don't you whip that boy What you want to spank him for? He didn't drop no apple core” But I don't have Granma any more If I get to heaven I'll look for Granma If I ever get up there If I ever go down there I'll be wandering around I'll be looking for her I'll be looking up a north a south a west and east and everywhere I go Baby Granma Those eyes, those hands, those smiles Those warm little looks I get from her...